O daydreams, become nightdreams when I sleep,
And let my slumbering mind elect stay
Wrapped up in luscious pleasure for to steep
Repose in bliss, and keep nightmares at bay.

For yearning daydreams much prefer to play
While masquerading as reality
Which makes them lack the breathtaking array
Of the subconscious mind in reverie.

So take my much beloved memory
And aspirations for the things to come,
Suffuse them with surprising novelty
To make a whole whose glory strikes me dumb.

In sleep desire, desire then to sleep
And give to dreaming dreams that I will keep.